As soon as Tang Xiaoman sent out the mass message, phone calls started coming in.
She didn’t care who was calling at all—she hung up and blocked them without hesitation. Her time was precious; she wouldn’t waste it on trash like this.
All old grudges and new hatred were being stored up. Once the apocalypse arrived, she would repay them tenfold, even a hundredfold.
After resting for a moment, she got up and left the barbecue shop, continuing to drive to the market to stockpile supplies.
This time, she headed straight to a grain and oil store, buying ten bags each of high-gluten flour, medium-gluten flour, low-gluten flour, whole wheat flour, and rice flour. Ten sacks of long-grain rice, ten sacks of brown rice, ten sacks of organic rice, and ten sacks of glutinous rice.
In addition, she bought ten bags each of various grains and beans, and had the shop owner load them all into the back of her pickup truck.
Tang Xiaoman returned to the garage again and stored the food into her space. Seeing the remaining capacity on the virtual display, she felt another pang of frustration.
It was only 150 cubic meters in total—and she had already used up one-third of it.
She then drove to the vegetable market, buying all kinds of fresh vegetables and fruits, totaling two to three hundred pounds. She hired workers to load everything onto the pickup.
After storing the vegetables into her space, she went to the pharmacy.
In the apocalypse, besides food, medicine would be the most valuable resource.
Food could keep you alive—but medicine could save your life.
With her survival experience from her previous life, Tang Xiaoman made a long list of the most commonly used medicines.
Saline solution, glucose, gauze, iodine, various cold medicines, antiviral traditional Chinese medicines, cough syrup, anti-inflammatory drugs, antipyretics, antibiotics, vitamins, and all types of masks.
To avoid attracting attention, she bought ten sets from each pharmacy and swept through more than ten pharmacies in a single afternoon.
As for prescription drugs, they required a hospital doctor’s prescription.
Tang Xiaoman decided to find a reliable doctor and figure out a way to stockpile more essential prescription medicines and medical equipment.
After finishing food and medicine, she went to an outdoor water sports equipment store.
The first disaster to hit the apocalypse would be floods and typhoons.
For a long period of time, water transportation would replace land transportation—kayaks and inflatable boats would become as essential as cars in a city.
Tang Xiaoman bought 200 kayaks, 100 inflatable boats, 50 waterproof mining lamps, 20 air pumps, 50 diesel generators, and 50 solar generators in one go.
After storing the supplies into her space, she discovered that only a few cubic meters were left.
Even though the inflatable boats and kayaks were deflated and folded, they still occupied a significant amount of space.
She simply moved all non-perishable supplies into the 80-square-meter apartment.
Her space would only store food and medicine—things that needed freshness and preservation.
Fortunately, moving items in and out of the space didn’t require physical effort. She spent over half an hour sorting everything and managed to free up more than ten cubic meters.
Tang Xiaoman drove out again, this time heading straight to a military supply store.
She bought 100 pairs of military gloves, 20 canteens, 10 boxes of compressed military rations, and 20 combat knives. She also purchased 20 pairs each of combat boots in three common sizes, and 20 sets each of camouflage uniforms in three sizes and three colors, plus 20 sets of black combat uniforms.
She specifically chose camouflage uniforms and military Martin boots in her own size, and also bought 20 bolts of camouflage fabric in different colors and materials.
Ten portable electric sewing machines, 20 sets of scissors of various types, 100 spools of thread in different colors, and tailoring tools like measuring tapes and rulers were also purchased.
It wasn’t that she preferred military uniforms over feminine clothing—she simply knew that once the apocalypse began, the rest of her life would be spent fighting.
Combat uniforms would be her primary clothing. Not only did she need enough for herself, she also needed stock for her teammates.
Having lived a second life, she had no intention of fighting alone. Only by forming a group could they survive external threats.
She also purchased 20 military helmets, 20 night-vision goggles, 20 binoculars, 100 black face masks and 100 camouflage masks in different colors, 50 pairs of anti-explosion goggles, 50 thigh-holster pistol cases, and 50 multifunction tactical belts.
Tang Xiaoman drove back to the garage with a full truckload of military supplies and stored everything into her space.
By the time she arrived at the outdoor equipment store, night had already fallen.
She was exhausted to the point of collapse, but she didn’t dare stop.
There wasn’t much time left after her rebirth—every second had to be used.
She bought 20 tents, 50 thermal sleeping bags, 20 portable gas stoves, and 100 gas canisters.
She also bought 20 pairs of roller skates for men in three common sizes, 20 skateboards, 20 sleds, and 10 snowmobiles—intended as transportation for extreme cold and polar night conditions.
Tang Xiaoman returned to the garage and stored everything into her space.
Seeing that her apartment was already nearly filled with supplies, and that the static space was meant for preservation, she decided to rent a large warehouse and an open training ground for storage and training.
Life-saving supplies would be kept in the space, while everyday supplies would be guarded jointly by her teammates—this would free up more room.
After eating dinner outside, Tang Xiaoman returned to her rented apartment exhausted.
Just as she was about to enter the elevator, she noticed a few suspicious people lurking around.
Her sharpened instincts from her previous life immediately told her something was wrong.
Without hesitation, she turned and ran.
Several burly men chased after her, shouting, “Catch her! Don’t let her escape!”
Tang Xiaoman ran even faster.
While running, she took out her phone and dialed the police.
Before social order collapsed, it was still best to leave dangerous situations to the police.
The police quickly captured the attackers. After brief interrogation, the thugs confessed their mastermind—Shu Jia.
Shu Jia was summoned to the police station, her face pale and tearful.
“I’m sorry… I had some personal conflicts with Tang Xiaoman at work, so I asked a few people to scare her. I didn’t actually want to hurt her!”
She looked at Tang Xiaoman pleadingly. “Tang Xiaoman, please forgive me! You weren’t actually harmed, right?”
Tang Xiaoman sneered and pressed, “So these people were really hired by you? If you tell the truth, I’ll forgive you.”
Shu Jia’s eyes flickered, but she insisted, “Yes, I hired them. I was just joking with you.”
“The law doesn’t joke,” Tang Xiaoman said coldly. She knew Shu Jia wouldn’t implicate Gu Heng, so she didn’t bother wasting more words. “Then stay in detention and reflect properly.”
Once the apocalypse came, Shu Jia would probably be abandoned as a useless pawn by Gu Heng anyway.
She would never again be able to follow Gu Heng like in her previous life, constantly giving him bad ideas and aiding wrongdoing.
Thinking of this made Tang Xiaoman feel a surge of satisfaction.
As Tang Xiaoman walked out of the police station, she ran into Gu Heng and Su Rou who had just arrived.
Su Rou staggered toward her weakly, looking like a gust of wind could blow her away.
“Sis… if you have any resentment, take it out on me. Don’t target Su Ke or drag Shu Jia into this, okay?”
Seeing Su Rou made Tang Xiaoman recall how she had once been forced to become her walking blood bank and backup organ supply in her previous life.
A strong wave of hatred rose in her heart.
Of course, what she hated even more was Gu Heng.
After her rebirth, before she even had time to deal with this pair of scum, they had already come knocking on her door.
Author’s Note:
Her space continued to upgrade and expand infinitely.
The female lead either upgrades her space or is on the way to stockpile supplies. The main storyline is career-focused, with romance as a secondary thread. If you enjoy satisfying stockpiling stories, feel free to add it to your bookshelf. (๑′ᴗ‵๑)